Nightmare on Elm Street..oops Tarakan Street

Last night was a nightmarish night.I woke up around 3am. Not sure if it was my stomach ache or a noise I heard. Anyway decided to get up and visit the loo. I tiptoed through our bedroom, carefully opened the door and luckily the hallway was lit up from a light we always leave on in the kitchen (Peter stays up late and it is easier for him to find his way to the food when the light is left on). So I see this dark shape on the floor. Quickly established it was a very long towel. And to my horror it was soaking wet. Then further investigation showed a giant pool of water that went from the bathroom up the corridor almost to our bedroom door.

Now you would not think that a bit of water on the floor is too much cause for alarm. However when you have just paid a fortune for a bathroom that has a a central drainage hole into which all water is supposed to run and further more another fortune for a floating floor that can cope with dampness but definately not pools of water...then you understand the reason for my panic.
That coupled with the time factor, the half asleep state and the pain in the belly....

So first I got busy getting the water out of the corridor. Then I investigated the bathroom. To my horror the water seemed to come from the area of the toilet. And yesterday we had experienced a blocked toilet so I assumed straight away that the toilet had flooded. So of course I was feeling rather squeamish cleaning it all up.

Then when I finally made it into the kitchen I found an envelope with a very small note on it from Peter: "have gone into the city for the night, back early morning".

You know...it doesn't matter how old your children are...when they live under your roof they are always your kids. And motherhood can't be turned off. If you know they are out you panic. Especially in the middle of the night.

After some herbal tea my stomach settled down but it was a while before I could get back to sleep. Then woke up with a start at 8am wondering if Peter had returned. Only way to find out was to check. Found him asleep in his bungalow. So back to bed but did not have much luck sleeping.

Finally when Peter woke up I found out that the flooding was not caused by the toilet but by the shower curtain falling down when Peter bumped into it. So I guess it created a channell straight to the corridor for the water to run down. Now having just had that curtain installed it is of course annoying that it was such a shoddy job. But at least something that should be easy to fix. I am glad I wasn't wading around in water from a flooded toilet in the middle of the night. I was surprised at the time that there was no smell ....